04 May 2016

tripping on my feet

Bumped my head  
banged my knee 
my world started to spin
I let loose a scream of frustration 
of primal rage
I Couldn't keep control  
keep it contained 
reality slipped away
With razor I removed my face  
blood coagulated on the floor  
I didn't give a shit anymore
Life would be better,  
I heard it said,
If I'd woke up this morning a corps

Cold and dead  

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